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The parking lot was half-asleep, silver lights stretching across polished cars like pale veins. Selena’s car gleamed under one of the lights, black and perfect as her composure. She leaned casually against the hood, pretending to scroll through her phone. But she wasn’t really reading anything. Her eyes were fixed on the man walking across the lot. Liam Ratford. He ended a call, slid his phone into his coat, and lifted his gaze. The moment his eyes found her, his steps faltered—not out of surprise, but recognition. He had seen her waiting. Selena smiled. The kind that looked polite from afar but dangerous up close. “Mr. Ratford,” she said softly. He stopped a few feet away, the low light catching the sharp line of his jaw. His expression was unreadable—no irritation, no curiosity, as if he already knew what she was going to say. Just that stillness that people found intoxicating and infuriating. “You came for a meeting?” she asked, though she already knew the answe

Xander leaned in, slow, deliberate, the space between them charged with an almost unbearable weight.His breath brushed against her cheek, warm and intimate, carrying the faint trace of cologne that had always lingered in her memory.Every second stretched impossibly long, a taut thread ready to snap, and the room seemed to shrink around them, the glass walls and polished floor fading into the background of their shared history.Tatiana’s heart hammered in her chest, each beat threatening to betray her composure. She could feel the pull of him, the gravitational tug of everything unspoken, every memory and every fleeting moment of what they had been.Her stomach fluttered, her fingers flexing at her sides almost unconsciously, yet in a flash of instinct, she wrenched herself back.Before his lips could think of touching hers, she stepped back and turned away, her back to him, the movement precise enough to appear annoyance and rage. Her body radiated a controlled defiance, even as eve

Tatiana stepped back when Kelvin came closer, surprised by his sudden friendliness. Her eyes widened, guarded, confused, as he smiled at her too brightly. Kelvin straightened and held out a hand, full of charm and confidence. “Kelvin,” he said, “Kelvin Ratford. Liam and Damien’s youngest brother—” Tatiana blinked, shocked, and Kelvin noticed. “You look surprised, sister-in-law,” he said, glancing at Liam. “My brother… hasn’t told you yet?” His eyes moved slowly from Liam to Tatiana, reading her, his charm never fading but his gaze sharp and curious. “Actually, there are more. Liam, second—” he turned to Damian and said rudely, “that one…” Damian glared, but Kelvin didn’t care and kept going. “Then there’s Lucas, Jake, and… me. I’m the last of five guys.” Tatiana looked at Liam, searching his face for an explanation. His face showed nothing—jaw tight, eyes cold, shoulders stiff with control, the kind he used when hiding something important. He didn’t look surprised by Kelvi

Xander leaned back in the leather of the chair in the living room as he finished the phone call. “Alright,” he said, ending the conversation, “I’ll review it. Send the Frinks contract to me tomorrow. I need to check the clauses on the contract and verify the numbers before we sign. Make sure there are no discrepancies. I want everything airtight, David.” There was a brief pause on the other end before Xander added, his voice dropping into something quieter—firmer. “But before that… I need you to investigate something for me.” “Investigate?” David repeated, confused. “What’s wrong, Xander? What do you want to investigate?" he paused and let out a frustrated sigh,"please don't tell me it's about the Ratfords!" "Partly yes,..." "Oh please bro, why me? You could easily get a private investigator for that.” Xander cut in immediately, his tone sharp and dismissive, giving no room for debate. “I don’t want anyone else to know. And you’re the only one I can trust with this, Davi

The studio’s doors swung open with a subtle creak, and almost immediately, a reporter stepped in, camera slung over his shoulder, eyes darting across the room like a hawk seeking prey. The first flash hit Tatiana directly, catching her mid-step. For a heartbeat, everyone spaced out by the intrusion. “Who let the press in here?” The creative director barked, bewildered, "Where is the security, and why wasn't he stopped?"Everyone had the same questioning eyes as the creative director except Selena. “Relax, everyone,” Selena said, commanding attention. “The public will want to see this. The company needs exposure. Above all, this will help Evelyn shine. I personally arranged everything so the shoot benefits us.” Xander’s jaw tightened. “Selena… what’s going on? Aren't we supposed to keep this private?” His voice was low, but his eyes were sharp, cutting through her façade. Selena turned to him with a soft, indulgent smile. “Oh, Xander… calm down. It's just publicity. This proj